THE VALLEY


Unknown wildflowers grow there

Long and deep cut through snow-covered mountains

The sky always a deep azure blue

The calming wind always gentle and true

Lost to the world since before time

Black and white granite with clusters of towering pine

Other than the singing of the multi-colored birds

Nary a sound is ever heard

None have ever seen it; yet some know it well

A strange riddle; the answer I will tell

You cannot get there; all that know it knew

You cannot enter the valley; the valley enters you